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  She bent over to pick up the brush she’d “accidentally” dropped, giving him a front row view of her scantily clad bottom. “I know. Which is why I do it.”

  “Come on, Meg, hop back into bed. It’s freezing out and you’re running around with nothing on. As your doctor, I must warn you that you’ll catch a bad cold. And you know what a rotten patient you make. Don’t make me suffer by taking care of you.”

  “Hey, I thought I was a terrific patient after my tonsils were removed.”

  “Um, only because you couldn’t talk much.”

  “Why, you no good bum! You’ll pay for that.” Meg pounced on top of Chance. In seconds, he had her flat on her back.

  Chance stopped wrestling and brushed her hair off her face. “When are you going to make an honest man out of me?”

  “Why in the world would I care if you’re an honest man? At least as far as the marriage thing goes, that is.” They’d had the same discussion several times since the day Chance delivered Emma Grace, Allie’s precious baby, over five months earlier. But Meg had never understood the need for a piece of paper to legitimize their love. She was as committed to Chance as he was to her. Who needed more?

  His kisses trailing along the length of her neck almost made her reconsider. Almost.

  “Well, if you won’t do it for me, how about doing it for my mother? You know she’s hoping for a spring wedding.”

  Meg shot him the squintiest eyes she could, pretending offense. “Low blow, Doc. Low blow. You know I’d do anything for your mom, but I don’t think she’s the one pushing the ‘’til death do us part’ option. And you! To use your mother to try and manipulate me. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

  Chance feigned a repentant expression. “Oh, I am. But can I help if it I want the world to know—personally and legally—that you’re my woman?”

  “Yuck. You make me sound like a cow being sold at auction. Damn, man, you’re getting the milk, why do you need to buy the cow, too?”

  A wide grin split his face. He lowered his voice, adopting a hillbilly accent. “Because I’m a meat man and I’ve got a hankerin’ for some witchy meat.”

  “Are you saying you want to eat me?” She batted her eyelids, then slipped her hands over his shoulders to enjoy the mountain range of his back. “You don’t need a license to do that. But I do have an idea you might like.”

  Chance released her nipple after a quick tug. “Uh-oh. The last time you had an idea while we were in bed, we both ended up in the emergency room. I still hear the nurses whispering about that night.”

  She didn’t mean to laugh, but every time she thought about how badly he’d burned his butt, she couldn’t keep from giggling. “I know and I’m sorry.”

  “Funny how you never really sound sorry.”

  “Well, I am.” Sort of. “But this idea is better. And I promise it won’t include any fire. Remember our bet?”

  “How could I ever forget? Please don’t tell me you’re challenging me to another one.”

  “Nope. Nothing like that one, anyway. But do you remember my explanation of what happened with Ian and Josh?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and snuggled her body next to his.

  “Of course I do. Do you know they’re still avoiding me at the gym? I find myself wanting to tell them that they didn’t do anything wrong. But why bother? They’d never buy the story unless you showed them, and I’m not letting you near those two ever again.”

  “Wait. Out of all the men I slept with—”

  “I’d rather not go there, if you don’t mind.”

  “—you’re jealous of the two men I didn’t sleep with?”

  He paused to reflect. “Jealous isn’t the right word. I just don’t trust the real things. After all, what red-blooded male could turn you down?”

  She gave him a quick kiss. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”

  “I’m just telling the truth. So what’s your idea?”

  “How would you like it if we added a couple of people, not real ones but illusions, to the mix? Just because we’re in a monogamous relationship doesn’t mean we can’t spice it up now and then, does it?”

  He slipped to her side, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but I will anyway. What do you have in mind?”

  “Well, I still have two dolls left over from the illusion spell, and I kind of need to use them before they get too old. So…I was thinking I could conjure up another couple of fakes. A Sasha type for you and a movie star leading man for me.”

  “No way. I don’t want any man but me in bed with you.”

  She’d assumed he’d take that stance, in fact had hoped he would, and was ready. “Okay, then, you won’t have to. What if the other man was you and the other woman was me?”

  “Are you talking about doubles of us?”

  She’d surprised him. And from his smirk, in a good way, too.

  “Hmm, that does sound intriguing and it takes care of the problem of another couple. We’d—” he motioned to her, then back to himself, “—still be the only couple in our bed, right?”

  “Exactly. Us, but multiplied. So? Is it a go?”

  “Yeah, let’s give it try.” He caught hold of her wrist as she scooted to the side of the bed. “But you can get rid of them after the fun’s over, right? We won’t have our doubles hanging around forever?”

  “Yeah, I can get rid of them. Just stay here and I’ll be back in a flash.”

  A few minutes later, Meg returned, her face warm from the heat of the Crock-Pot. “I’m back. Or should I say we’re back.” Pushing the door wide, she did a Vanna White impression and waved her hand in front of the Meg and Chance lookalikes who stood behind her. “Ta-da.”

  Chance sat up and gaped at them. “Holy crap, you really did it.”

  “Of course I did. Did you doubt my powers?”

  “I wouldn’t dare.”

  “Even better, I’ve perfected the spell. Unlike the fakes of Ian and Josh, these doubles can touch and be touched.”

  “Nonetheless, seeing them still throws me. Especially since they’re butt-ass naked.”

  Meg took a hand of each fake and led them to the edge of the bed. “Why bother putting clothes on them?” She placed a hand on the back of her double to move her onto the bed. The double slid next to the real Chance and brushed his shoulder with her breasts. She wrapped an arm around him, then slid her tongue along his neck.

  Chance jerked, then tensed. “Okay, kind of freaked out here. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  Meg answered by taking the illusion’s shaft in her hand. The double sucked in a breath, then cupped her neck and moved closer.

  “Chance?”

  “Yes?” Both Chances spoke at the same time.

  Meg laughed at the real Chance’s irritated expression. “Uh-oh. Maybe we should give them different names to avoid confusion.” She took the double’s chin and stared into his eyes. “From now on, your name is Chancy.”

  Taking her lead, Chance caught the fake Meg’s attention. “And your name is Meggy.”

  “Meggy? Urgh. I’ve always hated being called that.”

  “Hey, you name your guy and I’ll name my girl. Besides, you’re not actually being called Meggy, are you?” Chance gasped as Meggy pushed him back, then leaned over to cup his balls. Her hand slid over his cock in a slow motion.

  “Good point. Although technically, she is me.” Meg motioned to Chancy to lie down next to Chance. Thankfully, the extra-large king bed had plenty of room for all four of them. Meg mimicked her twin’s movements. Chancy’s shaft twitched, growing quickly until reaching its full length.

  “Tell me you didn’t give him a few extra inches.”

  “Chance, trust me. You have nothing to worry about with any man, much less your own double.”

  But Chance was no longer concerned. He closed his eyes and laced his fingers behind his head. Moaning, he lay back and enjoyed Meggy’s work. Meg grinned, pleased to see her man happy and more than a little tur
ned on by the show.

  Licking her lips, she swiped her tongue over Chancy’s mushroomed cap, taking in the sweetness. Chancy moaned and reached out to dig his fingers into her hair with one hand while the other snaked around to fondle her buttocks.

  She hadn’t thought of it, but realized that the double tasted like Chance. Pleased with her illusion, she sucked him inside her mouth, drawing out the musky taste that was all Chance. Up and down she went, slowly at first, then speeding up. He tightened his grip on her hair and slid a finger into her ass.

  Another moan had her checking on Chance, but she needn’t have bothered. He was lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, the corners of his lips lifting upward as Meggy continued to pleasure him. Not wanting to be outdone by her own illusion, Meg intensified her moves, drawing several more moans from Chancy.

  “Meg.”

  She pulled away from Chancy to check with her real lover. “Do you need something?”

  “No.” Chance’s eyes darkened and a tear formed in the corner of his eye. “I just wanted you to know how much I love you.”

  Wetness welled in her eyes, overpowering her with raw emotion. “Aw, shucks, Doc. Are you sure you’re not just saying that because of what Meggy’s doing?” Her double paid no attention to them, causing Chance to hitch his breath when she deep-throated him.

  Chance blew out a breath. “I have to admit your double does good work.” The smile he’d given her faded. “But have no doubt, you’re the one I love.”

  Suddenly Meg couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else, even her double, touching Chance. He was her man and she would always be his woman. “Okay, I was wrong. I admit it. I don’t want any other woman making my man moan. Hands off, Meggy. You belong to Chancy now.”

  Meggy lifted her head, frowned, then shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

  “Hey, they speak.”

  Meg switched places with her illusion. “Yeah, but now that we’re all with the right partner, let’s cut the chatter.”

  Meggy and Chancy didn’t need any more urging. Straddling him, Meggy rubbed her crotch against his swollen shaft and placed her hands on each side of his head. Chancy grabbed her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks.

  Laughing, Meg straddled Chance, but in the opposite direction. Chance took hold of her legs and tugged her pussy closer, his moan spilling warm air onto her already wet mons. Meg closed her lips over his shaft. Her gasp at Chance’s tongue on her nub made her jump, but she didn’t let go. Rubbing her nipples against his ribbed stomach, she concentrated, determined to make Meggy’s handiwork pale in comparison.

  But Meggy hadn’t had the distraction of Chance’s mouth pressing against her pussy. He sucked on her sensitive nub, then thrust his tongue inside, his sounds making vibrations against her skin that flowed outward. He gripped her butt cheeks, squeezing them, playing a game of slap and tickle that had her tightening her buttocks, then releasing them, only to tighten them again after the next slap. Each slap brought a fresh rush of lust. Even the sound of his hand against her soft skin made her ache for more.

  “Ah, Doc, that’s so good. Suck on me. You know I love it when you tongue-fuck me.” She knew he loved the way she sex-talked, too. She wiggled her bottom, enticing him to smack her a little harder. “Ooh, spank me harder next time.”

  Her hair dangled onto his shaft and she shook her head, loving the way he twitched. Going to her elbows, she pushed her face against the crease between his cock and his leg and took a deep breath. No one smelled the way he did. Not even his double. He was sex, man and raw earthiness all rolled into one gorgeous piece of maleness.

  She sucked him in again at the same moment he thrust a finger into her pussy and another into her anus. The delicious sensation his fingers gave her made her pant with yearning. She needed him inside her but not before he pushed her away. No, she wanted to bring him to the edge before she’d allow him entry.

  Drawing his oozing shaft inside her mouth, she cupped his balls, letting them dance over her fingers. He sucked harder, then pressed his tongue against her, sucking again. He found the perfect spot inside her clitoris and massaged it, using his masterful tongue. Meg’s body shook as a climax broke free, catching her unprepared with its strength. She had to let go of him just to breathe.

  Chance thrust his pelvis upward, urging her to return. Instead, she slipped her hands under his bottom and dug her fingers into his ass cheeks. Nuzzling her face into his crotch, she drew in the skin of one ball and listened for the gasp of pleasure she knew would come. Chance didn’t disappoint her and she moved on to the next one. Adding torture to delicious agony, she wrapped her hand around him and pumped.

  “Holy shit, Meg. Are you trying to make me come?”

  Her chuckle blew the curly hairs. “Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Not now. Not until—”

  She shrieked as he pushed her bottom away and yanked her around to face him.

  “—you ride me hard, woman.”

  “Whatever you say, Doc.” Throwing her leg over, she settled on top of his saluting shaft.

  Meg glanced at their doubles. Meggy rode on top of Chancy, her hands flattened against his pecs, his hands cupping her breasts. Her hair flowed around her shoulders with each thrust he made.

  Meg studied the illusion’s face and wondered if her face looked the same way when Chance pounded into her. Sliding her bottom half lower, Meg let Chance’s shaft slip easily into place. Her insides widened, welcoming him. Yet as soon as he was inside, her walls enclosed around him, possessing his body as he had already possessed her heart.

  He fit her perfectly. From the bottom of his shaft to the capped end, he fit her like a hand to her glove. She drew in a breath, feeling him against her sweet spot, and tensed as a higher ledge was reached, then another, until she felt herself hurtling into space, her body stiffening then relaxing as the release shook through her.

  “Chance, oh, Chance!”

  Realization struck her on the precipice of yet another climax. A realization that all the men she’d taken to her bed were mere stepping stones to finding the one and only man she could ever have loved. She’d had to take them to recognize what true love was. If she hadn’t, she might have missed him, discarded him as just another man.

  Only Chance had been her match in every way. Only Chance had been made for her.

  His chest grew harder, his arms straightened, his fingers dug into her skin. Her gaze met his lust-clouded one and she watched, diving deep inside to see his climax. He uttered a strangled cry and pushed upward, driving deeper than he’d ever gone.

  Meg held on, staying upright through sheer force of will. Ripple after ripple cascaded through her body as well as his, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell where hers ended and his began.

  She fell to her side and snuggled against him. Resting a palm on his chest, she tried to steady her breathing.

  “I think they’re finished, too.”

  Chancy and Meggy lay in an almost identical way, each covered in perspiration.

  “Hang on a sec, okay?” Meg sat up, but was dragged back by Chance.

  “No. Don’t go anywhere.”

  She saw the urgency in his eyes and nodded. “Let me get rid of them.”

  With his agreement, she turned to the illusions and ordered them to go to the other room and wait for her. Once they’d done as she’d instructed, she started to slide back into place in the crook of his arm, but Chance grabbed her and placed her on top of his stomach.

  “Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again so soon.” She checked, but couldn’t see his shaft. Still, if size of the pole underneath her was any indication…

  “Meg, look at me.”

  She did as he commanded, unable to do anything else. Dark eyes locked onto her, seizing her in a way no physical touch ever could. Sliding his palms down her shoulders, Chance let them fall toward her stomach, then moved outward to take her hips.

  “You’re a witch.”

  After all these months, afte
r all he’d seen, did he still doubt her? “You know I am.”

  “You’re my witch.”

  She couldn’t shake the uneasiness his statement left with her. “Yes.”

  “Yet you still don’t understand. You make magic happen, but it’s only hexes and chants.”

  Meg swallowed, laid her head back and took a moment to center herself, then met his gaze again. “What are you getting at, Chance? What don’t I understand?”

  He lifted a hand to cup her neck. Pulling her down, he took her mouth, dragging her taste from her, giving her a taste of her own juices. His kiss, filled with unbridled emotion, rocked her. She broke free to stare at him and drag in a deep breath. “Wow. You took my breath away. I mean, literally.”

  When he didn’t echo her chuckle, she quieted and waited for him to speak.

  “You and me. We’re the real magic.”

  If he hadn’t already owned her heart, she would’ve given it to him in that moment. Along with her heart came her soul and her total dedication. “Yes. And we’re the strongest kind of magic, too.”

  “Do you really believe that?” He searched her, his face an open book revealing all he was feeling. Love, fear and anticipation flitted across his expression.

  Meg tried to imagine life without him. But she couldn’t. “Yeah, I do. I believe it with everything I am.”

  “Then marry me, Meg. Marry me today.” He took her face and brought her closer. “At the courthouse, in Vegas, I don’t care where. But I won’t rest until you marry me.”

  Choking back the passion she felt for him, Meg kissed him, then laughed. “Stars and moon, Doc. Of course, I’ll marry you. Anywhere, anytime.”

  He paused, and for a moment, she was afraid he didn’t believe her. Then, all at once, he threw her to her back and plunged his shaft deep inside. She gasped and clung to him, arching her pelvis against his. Their gazes locked and held, each saying more with one look than all the words in the world ever could. Watching each other, they moved as one, their bodies working in concert as though they were two parts of a puzzle fitting perfectly together.

  Tensing in the same moment, they joined their cries and climaxed. Spent, Meg fell on top of him. Happier than she’d ever thought possible, she closed her eyes and listened to his heart, matching hers beat for beat.